After accepting the money, Kael naturally helped Malfoy remove his Leg-Locker Curse and also untied Crabbe and Goyle, who were tied up like a bundle.
The two followers scrambled over to Malfoy’s side, looking at Kael in terror, their faces trembling like waves.
It was clear that they wanted to leave imdiately, but only restrained the urge to flee because Malfoy was still there.
Malfoy glanced at his two followers with a slightly displeased frown.
This poorly behaved, cowardly, and stupid display was nothing like the deanor a pure-blood should have.
In an attempt to show them what pure-blood stature truly ant, Malfoy raised his head and said in a very nonchalant tone:
"Once again, I apologize, Kael. We shall et again at school."
His indifferent tone and calm expression all demonstrated Malfoy’s excellent upbringing.
Of course, that was if one ignored the dust and stains covering his clothes.
There was nothing he could do about it, as he had been struggling on the ground earlier, wiping the floor with the inside and outside of his robes several tis without leaving a single corner untouched.
Even the janitors on the train couldn’t have cleaned as ticulously as he did.
Kael also noticed a piece of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum stuck to the hem of his robe, left by so careless student.
However, considering the hundred and fifty galleons, Kael directly ignored these minor details and said calmly, as if he hadn’t noticed anything: "See you at school, Draco. It seems Slytherin will have an excellent new student this year."
Hearing Kael’s words, Malfoy’s lips couldn’t help but curl up, as if he had just drunk a large bottle of Joyful Potion.
Although he had heard such words countless tis before entering school, Kael was different. As the youngest recipient of the Special Contribution Award at Hogwarts, his praise was far more genuine than false flattery.
However, out of modesty, Malfoy restrained his excitent and didn’t act too pleased.
"Of course...I an, I still have a long way to go."
Malfoy smiled and said, "You’re the truly outstanding student. Very few can receive a Special Contribution Award in their first year, not even Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Don’t say that, I was just lucky." Kael smiled, preparing to return to his compartnt.
"Wait a minute..."
At this mont, Malfoy suddenly called out to him.
"Is there anything else?"
"About the map..." Malfoy thought for a mont and said, "Can I pre-order one?"
"I almost forgot."
Kael smacked his forehead and handed the stack of maps in his hand to Malfoy. "They are yours now."
"No, I don’t want those."
Malfoy looked disdainfully at the maps and said, "I need sothing high-end, the best kind. Can I pre-order it?"
"I see no reason to refuse."
Kael smiled more sincerely. "By the way, if you’re willing to add one galleon, you can even specify the design... like changing it to a family crest, also woven from unicorn hair.
If you’re willing to add five galleons, then you’ll get a map that exists permanently, along with a beautifully handcrafted fra."
Malfoy slowly clenched his open palm into a fist and said resolutely, "I want them all."
Kael smiled slightly and gave a thumbs up.
"Malfoy certainly has good taste."
...
As Draco Malfoy left, his face still bore an uncontrollable smile, as if he had just picked up two hundred galleons.
An incident of a vicious group fight turned into a mutually satisfying transaction.
However, the young wizards watching the commotion did not think there was anything wrong, only marveling at how wealthy they were.
After all, for most young wizards, even ten galleons was a significant sum, enough to allow them to live comfortably for an entire school year.
As for twenty galleons... they didn’t even dare to dream about it.
"By rlin’s beard."
At the door of a nearby compartnt, Ron stuck his head out, looking a bit dazed. "No wonder Fred and George suddenly beca so rich.
A map for twenty galleons, that’s faster than robbing a bank."
Beside him, Harry Potter was also craning his neck to look outside, but his focus was different from Ron’s.
"Who was that?" Harry asked curiously.
"Who?" Ron asked, puzzled.
"The one talking to Malfoy."
"Oh, that’s Kael," Ron said excitedly. "He entered last year and was the top of his class. He also received the Special Contribution Award, which is quite a feat, more impressive than Percy’s Prefect badge.
My mom has always hoped I could be like him, but it’s too difficult; I dare say even Bill and Charlie aren’t as outstanding as he is."
"That’s Kael?" Harry’s voice suddenly got louder.
"You know him too?" Ron asked.
Harry quickly shook his head. "I don’t know him; I just heard Hagrid ntion this na when he was taking to Diagon Alley. He also said Kael might beco the youngest recipient of the rlin Order dal.
By the way, Ron, what is the rlin Order dal?"
"Oh my, the rlin Order dal?!"
Ron’s eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible... no, I an, I’ve never heard such news."
"What exactly is it?"
Seeing Ron’s reaction, Harry was even more curious.
He knew nothing about these strange awards in the Magic Realm, only feeling anxious on the sidelines.
Before Ron could explain, a sowhat sharp voice suddenly ca from the side.
"The rlin Knight Order was established by the greatest wizard rlin in the Middle Ages. After centuries of developnt, it has beco the largest organization of excellent wizards in the Magic Realm.
Only those who have contributed to the Magic Realm can receive the rlin Order dal, which is also the highest honor in the Magic Realm."
Harry and Ron turned their heads at the sa ti, seeing a young witch with thick brown hair.
She raised her head haughtily, with an air of arrogance and contempt.
"I bought a few extra reference books, ’Modern Magic History’ and ’Great Wizards of the 20th Century,’ these books all ntion it."
"Of course, I knew that." Ron seed a bit displeased. This was one of the few opportunities to show off in front of Harry Potter.
He didn’t expect to be outdone by soone else.
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